I have been plundering second-hand book shops again, specifically the Oxfam shop in Redruth which has many fascinating treasures among the chic lit and passing trilogy trends (Twilight, Fifty Shades, et al). I have snaffled up Moll Flanders, A Clockwork Orange, Sherlock Homes: Sign of Four and more recently Moby Dick. The latter has been recommended as a relief from the deluge of Dickens that have been teetering on my book pile. Prodigal 2 also has his eye on the latter, so I may have to defer and find a slimmer novel.
I am aware that my original summer list has changed somewhat and I haven't touched The Book Thief, The Caucasian Chalk Circle, or any of the Margret Atwood ones. I am still on course re reading Dracula though at night - not sure if that is a good thing or not. I had got out of the habit of reading at bedtime, for numerous reasons and now I find that I am sleeping far more easily because I have taken it back up again.
Result all round :-)